Let Go

Round and round, a spinning whirlwind in my head.

I ask myself time and time again, why do I torment myself?

I am only human, with emotions and bare bones.

Why do I trap myself in a cage?

I must learn to let go of people, places and things that no longer bring me blissful happiness.

It seems it is all within my listless mind.

I am just a vessel that embodies an undying soul that yearns for more meaning on this earth.

I am only human with unlimited wants and desires, but I must let go before it consumes my soul.

“Let go” is my daily incantation to survive this chaotic world.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

Life of a Rebellious Daughter

Scenario #2: Learning to prepare and cook an Asian style meal

Mother: “Aiyah! No, no! You cut the carrots too chunky and big! Whoever eat that will choke! You, not thinking!”

Daughter: “Ma, everyone in the family has healthy teeth. They could bite and chew longer.”

Mother: “How many times I tell you! Make food look good by cutting smaller pieces. You must learn to prepare and cook well, so you could attractive a future husband. Good food is the key to keep his heart and devotion to you. You are too young, don’t understand.”

Daughter: “Why? Really? What does that have to do with cutting carrots?”

Mother: “That is to prove you have some life skills as a future wife. No man would want you, my daughter if you don’t know how to please him.”

Daughter: “Why do I have to please him, when he could please me?”

Mother: “Keeping the peace is important, my daughter. One day, when you have a husband, remember my words.”

Moral lesson:

Traditional values are important and individuality are not glorified being raised by an immigrant mother. I admired her sincerity and always considered my future.

By Jazzmin S. Lu

18th Annual Tulip Exhibition

Venue: Mountain View Cemetery, Oakland, CA 94611

Date: March 20-22, 2026

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Spring 2026 Galore Collection

Donkey Tail succulent
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A Place Called Home

A graceful egret perched on a branch surrounded by a blurred natural backdrop.

Upon the clear blue skies, not a cloud in sight.

Upon a green mountain top, I spread my white feathery wings to see the world below.

I rely on my keen instincts to scout out my surroundings to find a place call “home.”

Where is home?

Home is where I could simply be myself.

A place where I could find protection from predators and raise my future generation.

Life is simple here, living among others that share the same purpose in life.

A place called home, like no other than the lake itself.

A place of sanctuary where the sun rises quietly each morning, to guide me through the day.

The moonlight cast a pale soft yellow glow reflecting the water at night.

At night, I perch silently on a tree branch dozing off to sleep.

This is a place called home, like no other.